Chapter Seven

"You want her," Drusilla brushed her finger along the bloody wound on the right side of Willow's neck. She sucked on her finger and closed her eyes as she savoured the taste. Spike shrugged and pulled open the shutters; the sky had cleared and revealed a full moon shining brightly in the sky. "A daughter of darkness," Drusilla crooned stroking Willow's hair, "born under the new moon, she will be strong." Rising to her feet she glided towards Spike, her hips swaying majestically. His eyes flicked over to Willow, she looked peaceful...free. "Do you still love me?" Drusilla's voice was sad and she pouted at Spike with tears glistening in her eyes. He studied her for a few moments before forcing himself to smile.

"Course I do love," he drew her close and brushed his lips against hers. They were soft, yet cold. Almost as if he kissed a rose made of ice. He pushed the thought of Willow's soft lips from his mind, so warm and full. By the time she woke they would be just as cold as Drusilla's. "I have never stopped loving you," even when you betrayed my heart for a Chaos Demon. He kept the thought to himself and instead slowly unlaced Drusilla's dress and pulled it down to her elbows, exposing her shoulders and breasts. He moved onto his knees and pressed his face into her chest, kissing the soft curves of her breasts. Drusilla ran her fingers through his hair, gripping the side of his head she pulled him back and laughed. Her laughter cut through him, Spike's vampiric instincts kicked in – to take what he wanted, to hurt someone. He ripped Drusilla from her dress and pushed her roughly against the wall. She tilted her head, tried to capture his lips with her own but Spike pressed his arm against her neck and held her there against the wall. He shed his jeans but kept his shirt on as he pounded into her. He kept one arm pressed against her neck, his other hand held over her mouth to stop her from speaking. But his eyes never left the red head on the bed. He pictured that it was her he ploughed into, thrusting back and forth as he broke through that virginal wall. She could, of course, have fought him off. But Drusilla had retreated into the bleakest depths of her mind, to the frightened human girl that Angelus had tortured into madness. When Spike pulled out from her, he found her eyes lowered and her body trembling. "Oh love," he pulled his jeans up and scooped her torn dress from the floor. "I'm sorry pet," he held her face and kissed her tenderly. "You know I don't like to be laughed at, will you forgive me love?" He brought her hands to his lips and slowly knelt in front of her, like a knight kneeling to his queen and promising his life. He kissed her midriff, his tongue darting in her belly button. When Drusilla didn't respond he stood up with a heavy sigh. "How about I buy you a new dress pet? A beautiful silk gown with seed pearls all down the front?" As he said this he drew the pads of his thumbs lightly across her nipples, smiling as they stiffened beneath his touch. "Would you like that pet?" Drusilla swayed under his touch as kissed the curve of her neck, "would you like it if I gave you this beautiful dress with a young beautiful girl in it? All for you to play with?" As he said these words he regretted them. What was it he had said to Willow? "I gave her beautiful dresses with beautiful girls in them!" And still he had been scorned by Drusilla. As Drusilla responded to his feather-light touches he felt his desire grow once more, but he pushed it down and instead focused on Drusilla.

The sun rose and Spike quickly closed the shutters, Drusilla was curled up in a pile of blankets on the floor and he pulled her into the crook of his arm where she nestled against his chest. "I'm hungry," she sighed in her childlike voice and Spike couldn't help but smile lovingly at her. For a creature so evil, she had such a childlike innocence about her. "You only just ate," he teased pinching her nose. "As soon as the girl wakes up we will take her hunting – you can eat then and show her the best ways to hunt."

"Will I be a good mother?"

"The best love." As Drusilla slept against him, his eyes drifted over to the bed watching for signs of life from the corpse. He thought back to his conversation with Willow in the factory, he had noticed her a few times when he arrived in Sunnydale but he'd never given her his full attention. Perhaps there was where he'd gone so many times. His primary focus has always been on the slayer. But look at the gift he had almost missed. She had powers she didn't yet fully recognise. Now that she was a vampire...she was almost limitless.

When he was certain Drusilla was in a deep slumber he carefully extracted himself from the nest of blankets they'd made and padded over to the corpse on the bed. Before his eyes he saw her change from a corpse into a demon. Her gentle face, soft and innocent in death puckered together into the grotesque mask of a vampire. Spike was sure that if he undressed her and turned her onto her front he would find a back as pale as the moonlight and unblemished. Yellow eyes snapped open and looked at him in bewilderment. Spike pressed a finger to her lips signalling for her to stay quiet. The first few minutes of awakening were always daunting and at least she'd been spared the harsh task of clawing her way from six feet of dirt. He thought back to when he had first woken. The suffocating horror of smashing your way from a wooden coffin, only to be drowned in dirt. It didn't matter that you didn't need to breathe, it wasn't until you had pulled yourself to freedom and drew in that first lungful of air that you realised it had no effect on you. To this day he still breathed, but more from a habit. He drew no nourishment from it, nor did it bring him pleasure. He no longer felt the cool crisp air cool his lungs and satisfy his hunger for air. It was as empty a gesture as drinking from an empty bottle.

"Relax," he stroked Willow's face and watched as her features eased into her human ones. She looked down at her blood stained dress and back up at Spike. "Do you know who I am?" He asked and ignoring his state of undress sat beside her. Willow nodded and slowly took in the sight of him, her eyes moved down from his own gaze to his broad chest, to the taut muscles of his abdomen and finally to his strong thighs. Spike smirked, he wondered how she would have reacted to his naked form if she'd still been human and he sat this close to her. He ran a hand through her hair finding it cold and silky. She rubbed her head against his palm much like that of a cat rubbing its head against its owners hand, demanding to be cuddled and worshipped.

"Are you hungry little one?" Drusilla had draped a blanket around herself, she dripped innocence and caring. She gently pulled Willow to her feet and cupped the girl's chin in her hand. Willow was only a few inches shorter than Drusilla but she still had to tilt her head up to meet the vampire's gaze.

"Yes." Willow's eyes sought Spike's as she spoke and he nodded understanding that she was answering his question. Her eyes flickered back to Drusilla and Spike wondered how much of Willow had been retained. It wasn't unusual for some of your humanity to remain behind, Spike himself had never forgotten the love of his mother – even after death. As he thought about his mother he looked away and clenched his fists. To this day her scornful words haunted him. I should never have turned her... Willow shook her head and Drusilla smiled in wonder as the girl's face turned from that of a shy, innocent human into a killer. "I'm starving." Spike stood up and walked behind Drusilla, he kissed her cheek lightly and rested a hand on her shoulder and gently squeezed it. His eyes took in Willow's vampiric features and he felt his desire growing once more.

"Then we should go out now," Spike turned and dressed quickly. When he turned to face Drusilla and Willow he found Drusilla gently holding Willow's chin in her cupped hand as she tilted the girl's face from side to side.

"Beautiful," she whispered kissing Willow's forehead softly. "You will make mummy very proud." Willow smiled shyly and her face became that of her human one. When Drusilla had dressed she took Willow's hand as if she were a child and gently led her towards the bedroom door, Spike followed the two women protectively his eyes darting from side to side and sniffing out any predators. Willow glanced over her shoulder at him, he was surprised to see a look of longing in her eyes and she teasingly drew her tongue over her lips. Spike bit a laugh, those who were innocent before death were completely transformed when they became vampires. Willow would most likely be insatiable, much like Drusilla and he looked forward to the challenge of satisfying her.